he entered the tent.

But another and stronger force was exerting itself in the girl's
favor. However low a man may sink, honor and chivalry, has he ever
possessed them, are never entirely eradicated from his character,
and though Albert Werper had long since ceased to evidence the
slightest claim to either the one or the other, the spontaneous
acknowledgment of them which the girl's speech had presumed had
reawakened them both within him.

For the first time he realized the almost hopeless and frightful
position of the fair captive, and the depths of ignominy to which
he had sunk, that had made it possible for him, a well-born, European
gentleman, to have entertained even for a moment the part that he
had taken in the ruin of her home, happiness, and herself.

Too much of baseness already lay at the threshold of his conscience
for him ever to hope entirely to redeem himself; but in the first,
sudden burst of contrition the man conceived an honest intention to
undo, in so far as lay within his power, the evil that his criminal
avarice had brought upon this sweet and unoffending woman.

As he stood apparently listening to the retreating footsteps--Jane
Clayton approached him.

"What are we to do now?" she asked. "Morning will bring discovery
of this," and she pointed to the still body of Mohammed Beyd. "They
will kill you when they find him."

For a time Werper did not reply, then he turned suddenly toward